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Post by Wish on Nov 7, 2015 22:08:43 GMT
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Post by Wish on Dec 24, 2015 1:41:23 GMT
Name: (Vindre'fel)Race: (Gray Elf - Planetouched - Fey'ri)Age: (232)Height: (5'4")Weight: (Average)Hair: (Mess of Dull Dark Brown)Eyes: (Striking Gold, Eternal Glare)Skin: (Ghostly, Scar-covered)Former Occupation: (Hunter, Fletcher, Leatherworker)Former Residence: (Woods near Mount Faeloth)Region of Origin: (Woods near Eledhreth)
Description
Vindre'fel was a strange creature to behold, the kind of strange that caused her to avoid sight and people whenever possible. When she was spotted, however, she would be seen garbed in form-obscuring leathers, tunics and cloaks, though, all of that clothing could never quite hide 'everything'. On the rare occasion Vindre'fel is caught hood down or cloak off, an observer would be able to take in a few details: her wild mess of dark brown hair, her unhealthily pale skin that was like a canvas for scars, and those eyes of fiery gold that stared with a distrustful gaze. A more trained eye might spot the collection of green scales embracing her neck and throat, her fur-covered elvish ears and wolf-like paws where feet should be.
 Sylwarin & Shaspira Near the town known as Eledhreth sat a solitary tower, a place that had acted as home to a Gray Elf for well over a century. The island had been slowly being cultivated by humans from the mainland, much to the denizen's distaste. Nevertheless, Sylwarin Mir'dithos stayed where had remained for the last one hundred years. This lone Elven man had chosen the tower life, as many Gray Elves did; spending his non-reverie moments reading tomes and scrolls he acquired through trade or personal discovery within ruins.
Alone in his tower and only just reaching his two hundredth year, Sylwarin gave little thought towards children or women. Thus, the Elf was a mixture of confused and annoyed when a woman appeared at his tower's door. Besides looking like a vagrant, she had horns twisting from her scalp and a wolf-like tail swishing behind her. Indeed, it only took one look at that woman for Sylwarin to see that fiendish blood mingled with her own.
Then, and many times over, the hermit-of-a-Wizard turned the woman away: the Fey'ri who introduced herself as Shaspira Peshala, apparently a bardess (of no renown, he noted). Little did Sylwarin know, Miss Peshala had spotted him in Ludor whilst performing her usual tambourine and dance. He gave her not even a glance, even while she was surrounding by drooling fools. Better yet, he seemed to don expensive fabrics and trinkets!
Thus, Shaspira continued to return to the lone tower in the woods, slowly winning over Sylwarin's graces with her bardic songs, dance and magics. It wasn't long before she had slithered her way into his bed chambers, leaving him to more than one form of reverie. She took off into the night with some of his trinkets and equipment, only returning once a certain baby was born. How Shaspira tormented him; demanding coin, food, shelter, clothing for the babe. No matter how much he gave, she always returned looking a bit more posh while the child remained in the same state
Sylwarin murmured a silent apology to Corellon Larethian before abandoning his tower, having decided it was too much trouble to remain and have to deal with his former lover and newly born child. He knew Shaspira was of fiendish stock, and wished to have nothing more to do with their spawn.
 Vindre'fel
The little Vindre'fel had known only one parent her whole life; a Human Hunter named Kerec. Growing up, he told her that he had found her as a babe upon the steps of a once inhabited tower. The place, as he described, seemed ransacked and abandoned. Normally, as Kerec explained, he would take an abandoned child to a temple or orphanage but he doubted they would accept a baby with dog feet and a golden glare that would make Balor quirk a brow. His cabin was isolated in the Darkglade near Faeloth so she would be safe from others. Kerec dubbed the child Vindre after a couple days of phonic rumination. The 'fel' part was added much later as Vindre proved troublesome to teach walking to with her abnormal 'feet'.
Life with the Fey'ri proved interested for Kerec. He brought her with him on his hunts since she was a baby, so teaching Vin her own way around the Shortbow and later the Longbow was natural. They had to eat and make coin after all. Kerec would only doubt his decision to raise the girl whenever she'd fly into her fierce rages. All children have temper tantrums but Vin had the unnatural strength to back it up...
Nevertheless, Kerec and Vindre'fel lived a quiet, contented life. All good things come to an end, however, as Kerec died in his sleep at the age of 82. Vin donned a heavy robe, hood and cloak and took his body to the local temple for a proper burial. She remained to observe the ceremony for as long as she could before she felt their questioning and suspicious stares burning a bit too intently into her form. For the second time in her life, the woman found herself alone. Vindre'fel kept to herself as she and Kerec had done prior to his death; scaring away any who had come to question or gawk. Besides only getting carted away by bounty hunters working for a travelling circus, Vin had little trouble keeping people away.
She only wonders now if she should've let that Freak Show take her away and off Siranda... Maybe she would have escaped the plague then. |
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